Luca’s pov
On arriving home, it was already past ten and I let out a curse as I shut the door behind me, looking through the sitting room as I walked past it and finding it empty. I also made sure to stop by Sofia’s arts room, and on finding that empty, I knew I’d definitely find her in our bedroom.
As I climbed up the stairs, I wondered if she had already fallen asleep. On pushing the door open, I was greeted with a sight that filled my chest with so much pain.
Sofia was in the middle of the bed, in the midst of the huge blanket, eyes wide and wet.
I head towards her instantly, getting into the bed and sliding my hand over the side her face, and when she quickly pressed into that single touch, right before another teardrop slide out, I knew without any doubt that something was wrong.
“Bunny, what’s wrong?” I asked softly, hands pushing her curls out of her face and staring down at her, waiting for her to respond.
“I don’t know.” She whispered, and then she sniffed. I let out a sigh and wrapped my arm around her waist, tugging her into my arms. She buried her face into my throat, trembling against me a little and clutching tightly to the material of my suit jacket which I still had on.
I patted her slowly, holding her close as I tried to get her to stop crying.
“I thought you weren’t going to come home tonight until… until midnight.” She finally responded, mouth moving against my throat as she spoke and I slowly pulled her away from my chest until she was staring up at me, and the sighr of her tear stained face made me feel so bad.
“Bunny… is that why you’re crying?” I asked and watched as she shook her head after a few moments.
“I wasn’t feeling very good today, throughout most of today, and I was- I was looking forward to you coming home. Then you called and said you wouldn’t be- be coming home on time, and it just felt like what happened between us about a month ago was about to happen all over again.” She paused to sniff and as her words sank into my head, I couldn’t help but feel like the biggest asshole ever.
“So… so, I didn’t know what happened next, I began to overthink, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” She whispered, another tear sliding down her cheeks this time and I mentally kicked myself over and over again as i thumbed her tears away.
“You don’t need to apologize for feeling emotions, okay? This is all my fault to begin with, and I’m so sorry, I promise to never cause you this kind of fear again, okay?”
“Promise?” She asked after sniffing once. I nodded my head at once, tugging her into my chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I promise, bunny. With all my heart.”
As I dried her eyes and attempted to stop her tears from coming, when they still kept coming, I wondered if she was experiencing something called ‘sub drop’.
With that in mind, I flipped her over and from that moment, I gave her clear orders. Her responses were sharp and fast, like her brain was wired to follow orders more right now than normal words.
I decided to give her a spanking, because after thinking about it, the spanking seemed like the best option right now, since it would help her let out all her tears, which would then lead her into sub space after that.
“Shh. I’ve got you, bunny.” I let out softly after she whimpered while still trembling.
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Three days after that night, I decided that there was no use for me to keep on pushing the topic. It’s high time I finally discussed it with her, and so that evening, with the two of us laying in the bed, with her head on my thighs, and a book in her hand, I decided to bring it up.
Her eyes widened in shock and she sat up in the next moment, the book instantly discarded.
“I’m a… sub?” She asked, eyes wide and filled with shock. I chuckled a little while reaching out to stroke her cheek, and then I nodded my head.
“Yes, bunny.” I responded.
“Your sub?” She demanded and I hummed positively. Her eyes widened some more.
“And you’re my dom?”
“That’s right.” I confirmed.
“So that means you own me?” She asked and I grinned while nodding my head.
“Damn right, I do.”
“So I’m like your property?”
“What? No, bunny. Not in that sense.” I said with a small laugh, enjoying the look of the small pout on her lips right now.
“Let me explain it to you some more.” I continued, proceeding to break it to her once again.
“I thought these kinds of things would be in the cheesy books you read.” I said once I was done and the gasp Sofia was so dramatic, I knew without question that she unconsciously picked it from Kayla.
“The books aren’t cheesy! Why would you say that? They’re romance. Raw, undiluted romance!” She argued, eyes narrowed at me. She probably thought she looked scary right now, but she looked hella cute, which made me bark out a laugh.
“That’s not the point, bunny.”
“That’s what I’m choosing to make as the point.” She responded, hands folded and glare still intact. I let out a loud sigh and wrapped my arm around her waist, tugging her against me.
“Fine, I’m sorry I called them cheesy, they’re not.” I breathed out, almost rolling my eyes at the way her eyes sparkled along with her grin.
“About your previous question, nothing like that has ever been included in the books I read.” She responded and I hummed.
“That means you don’t know what a real scene looks like, cause you know, we’ve never had an actual one.”
She perked up at that. “What’s that?”